The wind screamed under the cliffs, blowing around us like something alive, bringing with it the burden of everything unspoken.
Lucian had my wrist in a firm, grounding hold, not restricting but holding. He was not keeping me hostage. Not physically.
But his words…
“You have to determine who the real enemy is.”
That had trapped me.
Because for the first time since this nightmare began —
I wasn’t sure of the answer.
I had spent so long battling against Lucian, convincing myself he was the bad guy that I couldn’t see what was right in front of my eyes.
Gabriel was coming for me.
Not to save me.
But to eliminate me.
The weight of that realization’s betrayal settled in my chest like a lead weight, pressing against my ribs, making it hard to breathe.
Of course, Lucian saw the hesita
